Sprokkelmaand: introduction Here is plenty of time and space for caring thoughts. The fixed seats stand unmoveable in a long row bolted side by side on a tubular structure, […]
Sprokkelmaand: Preface Who are they? Sprokkelmaand—a word that has now almost fallen into oblivion. I have put a number of them in the bath. The sample population […]
My parents’ book of letters: love in postwar Flanders Peter Van Breusegem, aka Dirk of Babylon, has compiled a book consisting of the letters his parents wrote to each other during their engagement. He […]
The dose makes the poison: showtime Wiebe: “Time to go to the show.” I’m not tired, but I long for home. Normally at this time I’m answering my emails and […]
Wormwood or The dose makes the poison: Falstaff It is a wondrous setting for the kick-off meeting: Brigitte, Wiebe and Rafels. It’s rather like Erwin and the detective club. It had been […]
The dose makes the poison: Restaurant The morning consultation I can start right away, several hours in a row until it’s empty. Every time you think, I’m almost there, someone […]
The dose makes the poison: Doctor Rafels Doctor Rafels My turn to take over the story. Wiebe, for we call each other by our first names, comes to consult me at regular intervals with varying […]
Wormwood or The dose makes the poison: Brigitte Ash scattering On the spreading field. An old liveried servant walks around with an upturned censer, from which the ash comes streaming out. The […]
Wormwood or The dose makes the poison: Fast forward Funeral ceremony For Wiebe, the whole story began a year earlier, in 1997. I can still see myself walking on Steenstraat. It lay torn up, a […]
Wormwood or The dose makes the poison: chapter 1 Reconstruction Brussels 1998, Charles Baudelaire Street. Close-up of Louis Van Droogenbroeck in uniform: “In my capacity as neighborhood […]